Kids do not like to use use their phones for talking. Texting is about the only reliable way that old Phartes have of keeping in touch with younger grandkids.
Four words -
300 Baud Acoustic Coupler
Sounds almost like Windsor. Or Bellows Falls.
Shhhhhh! Don’t encourage Pastis!
Nah, Diana, the relationship was already set when his two little girls deliberately killed one of our chickens when we first moved there. Not to mention tipping trash all over or back porch on the day we moved in. (We were rehabilitating the house – someone had been hoping to buy the house and its land for a low, low price. Guess we messed that one up for them.)
This has me remembering…
…We lived in suburbia for a couple of years. Neighbor (who was a complete a$$hole) put in a small, shallow pond. He added a moderately large turtle to it.
Our cat (Alpha Cat) had two of those lovely crunchy pies before the neighbor gave up on turtles.
Those were the good days. All you needed was a driver’s licence.
Nowadays you get suspicion and questions. Wanting to visit the country just across the river (that’s bigger than the US) is discouraged on the US side. (Canadian side is far more laid back still.)
Hell, they even try to stop people from fishing along the border. Don’t like possible baddies anywhere near their line of demarcation.
Side note – we’re moving shortly to a place that’s half a mile from the land border. Guess our intrepid cat’s gonna be picked up for illegal activities when he goes to visit his Canadian brethren without showing his Kitty Passport.
And it just struck me that Aaron is a BIG Philip K. Dick fan.
Way to go, man – when does the brightly striped aerosol can make its appearance? Or are the Dittos…
Oh boy, getting meta, here. We saw that comic briefly once before if I remember aright.
Remember that wonderful old proverb -
“If you love a thing, set it free.If it does not return, hunt it down and kill it!”